Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.